Air : Mon honneur dit que serois coupable(des Amours d’ete.)
Our senate who changed all in France, Feel that it is not an immortal senate; But in saying, it wants permanence This proves, at the very least, it want to be eternal Let us judge with what kind of a soft murmur The assemblymen will be received If, among us, each legislature converts Crowns to Banknotes
Air : Il n’est qu’un pas du mal au bien(du Roi et le Fermier)
But if returning to his throne And soon retaking its rights Louis to our twelve hundred kings, Left scepter and crown I would not be surprised at all It is only a step from evil to good.
